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Right well, first ever fic... everyone pretend to be excited!
The Diary of the Big Blue Box.
Saturday, 13th December, 10:15pm
Right well, I have decided to write this for two reasons: firstly, I think I must be the only person in London who has noticed this… blue box-thingy. And secondly, said blue box-thingy has just literally appeared in front of my house… strange or what.
Maybe I should explain. The blue box is currently on the pavement, just in front of my house. There was this bizarre grinding noise and when I looked there it was! But nobody else has seen the box or heard the noise. I mean, out of the whole street not one person has even looked at it.
How many people do you think would notice a blue box in the middle of the street? Considering that it's not everyday you see a blue box just standing there, I would say quite a lot of people. Wrong!
I have seen this box loads of times, every time it is somewhere different. Usually it's in the street or maybe parked neatly in an alleyway (is parked right? I mean it must be able to move but can you drive it?). Once I even saw it in Tesco car park. It was next to the trolleys…
Well, I think I'm going mad. Crazy, barmy, loopy, nut. Insane! But it's definitely there; it's real! I hope it's real… Yeah it must be real.
So why does no one notice it?
Take the other day for instance. I was casually walking home from school (well I say walking home, I really mean walking completely the wrong way to go shopping with my mate Clare). There it was, just sitting there in between W.H. Smith and Subway. Through the crowded street I could just make out the writing on it: "Police Box". What on Earth is a police box? Is it like a phone box or something?
Anyway, I pointed the box out to Clare. She looked across at it but didn't seem to see it.
"Look, Clare, the box! Right there! Can't you see it?" I said to her but it was rather useless.
"No," she said, craning her neck to see "Where? I can't see it, Amy."
"Over there! Next to W.H. Smith!"
"Where's that?" Seriously, she's too blond for her own good, that girl. At that point I was beginning to attract some strange stares from people who saw me pointing frantically across the road, so I gave up. But there it was, in broad daylight with hundreds of people walking past it and not one of them seemed to notice!
I think I might be scaring my friends with my constant talk about the box… well I'm sorry but I find it a little bit more interesting than the continuous talk about weird bands I've never heard of or what happened on last nights soap.
Well, back to my newest encounter… or rather present encounter because it is still there. It hasn't moved since it "landed" half an hour ago. Yep, for half an hour I have been sitting here on my rather uncomfortable window ledge, waiting for something to happen. And I will wait all night if I have to, waiting… still waiting for something to happen. Something… anything! Come on, one little sign to explain how a big blue box suddenly materialises out of nowhere beside my garden gate. I would be eternally grateful… please?
Ok, so asking isn't going to work. Maybe I should go down there or something? Knock on the door? That's ridiculous, who is going to be inside there? Who could fit inside there?
Google! I can Google it! The Internet will know what the random big blue box is… hopefully. Or not… No, I am not looking for "big blue boxes on eBay"! Stupid Internet.
It's going to be a long night…
Sunday, 14th Decmeber, 1:30am
Stupid box. Stupid me. Stupid... window ledge.
Three hours I sat there. THREE HOURS! That's like... three whole hours! And as soon as I fell asleep for like two seconds it went. The box left. I mean, I wasn't even asleep I was just... resting my eyes. And the big blue box chose that moment to go. Disappear.
I was annoyed until it reappeared again. Ha, it came back and this time I was watching!
It made that odd grinding noise again and sort of materialised in to exactly the same spot as before. The light on top of the box was flashing but after a few seconds it stopped. The door creaked open and out strode a tall man, his hands in the pockets of his long coat.
A man in the box!
So what did you think? I know it's not a lot but hey... be nice to the new girl? If you're nice I expect a review. I got ideas for more of this but will only continue if I get enough interest.